European Pie
By Padrig Boles
Dec 2009
A long, long time ago….
I can still remember
How that game used to make me smile
And I knew if we had a chance
The we could make that little ball dance
And, maybe we’d be happy for a while
But October made me shiver
With every through ball I delivered
Bad shots from the box line
I couldn’t take one more shot
I can’t remember if I cried
When I hit that old crossbar
But someone fouled me deep inside
The day euro soccer died
So bye-bye Miss European pie
Drove my Ford to the field
But the field was full
And them nice euro guys were drinking Perrier and wine
Singin’, this’ll be the day euro soccer dies
This’ll be the day that she died
Did you write the book of laws
And do you have faith in the Ref alone
If the rulebook tells you so?
Do you believe in the offsides trap?
Can speed save your weak o-attack?
And can you teach me the samba dance real slow?
Well, I know that you all love the game
‘cause I saw you training in the gym
You both kicked real nice shots
Man I dig that American style
I was a lonely teenage soccer fan
With a red uniform and a yellow card
But even I knew who to guard
The day euro soccer died
I started singin’
Bye-bye European pie
Drove my Ford to the field
But the field was full
Them nice euro guys were drinkin Perrier and wine
And singin’, this’ll be the day euro soccer dies
This’ll be the day that she died
Now for ten years Sam’s been on his own
And moss grows fat on an old goal post
But that’s not how it has to be
Then Landon scored for the king and queen
In some boots he borrowed from Beckham
And a corner that rang around the world
Oh, and while the king was looking down
Clint hit that volley right down town
The stadium was adjourned
A big verdict was returned
And while Bradley read a book on Boles
The squad then practiced on the pitch
And we sang “Ole” till we itched
The day euro soccer died
We were singing
‘bye-bye European pie
Drove my Ford to the field
But the field was full
Them nice euro guys were drinkin Perrier and wine
And singin’, this’ll be the day euro soccer dies
This’ll be the day that she died
Striker Keeper in a summer melter
The midfield started to lay the lumber
Eight yards out and a foul is called
It landed in the right top shelf
The players tried for a diagonal pass
With the defender on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half time air was sweet boot bloom
While the nutmeg move sent him to the moon
We all got up to scream
Oh, we all got on the pitch
But we tripped right in the ditch
‘cause the players tried to take the field
The euro dudes refused to yield
Do your recall the paint peeler
The day euro soccer died?
We started singing
‘bye-bye European pie
Drove my Ford to the field
But the field was full
Them nice euro guys were drinkin Perrier and wine
And singin’, this’ll be the day euro soccer dies
This’ll be the day that she died
Oh, and there we were all in one place
A new generation in one place
With time left in extra time to win
So come on: Jozy be nimble, Jozy be quick
Jozy flashed a nice penalty kick
Cause the flop is France’s only friend
Oh, as they watched him on the pitch
My feet were steppin’ o’re the dead bodies
No player born in Italia
Could match our Bocanegra
And as the score climbed high into the night
To light the world cup light
I saw Gulati laughing with delight
The day euro soccer died
He was singing
‘bye-bye European pie
Drove my Ford to the field
But the field was full
Them nice euro guys were drinkin Perrier and wine
And singin’, this’ll be the day euro soccer dies
This’ll be the day that she died
I met a girl who played real tough
And I asked why she was pickin’ up chicklets
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred pitch
Where I’d seen the game years before
But the coach there said the girls no longer play
And in the streets the kids don’t play
The private fields are where they stay
But not a try was taken
The wing was shakin’ and bakin
And the three teams I admire most:
The Fire, Crew and Revolution
They caught the first flight for the states
The day euro soccer died
And they were singing
‘bye-bye European pie
Drove my Ford to the field
But the field was full
Them nice euro guys were drinkin Perrier and wine
singin’, this’ll be the day euro soccer dies
This’ll be the day that she died
They were singing
‘bye-bye European pie
Drove my Ford to the field
But the field was full
Them nice euro guys were drinkin Perrier and wine
And singin’, this’ll be the day euro soccer dies
This’ll be the day that she died
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Caitlin Boles Poem
Poem
Untitled, by Caitlin Boles 2008
Rain sprinkles lightly from
The clouded sky, the trees
And their leaves catch the droplets
As they fall. Wandering
and winding through vines and
Rustic trunks, my view of
The horizon jagged,
From the uneven plain
Of vegetation and
The constant scatter of
rain. Slowly edging on,
Observing the vastness
of the landscape.
Untitled, by Caitlin Boles 2008
Rain sprinkles lightly from
The clouded sky, the trees
And their leaves catch the droplets
As they fall. Wandering
and winding through vines and
Rustic trunks, my view of
The horizon jagged,
From the uneven plain
Of vegetation and
The constant scatter of
rain. Slowly edging on,
Observing the vastness
of the landscape.
Monday, November 9, 2009
New Skater Song
Rip It (to the tune of Whip It by Devo)
By Padrig Boles
November 2009
Crack that board
Give the blank a slap
Step on a rail
Break you buddies truck
When a big trick come s along
You must rip it
Before you loose your will
You must rip it
If it just starts to rain
You must rip it
Now rip it
Into switch
Switch it up
Don’t bail
Heel flip
Back side
Try to perfect it
It’s not too late
To rip it
Rip it good
When in a game of SKATE
You must rip it
You will never get it down
Unless you rip it
To the special spot
Until they rip it
I say rip it
Rip it good
Do an air walk grab
Then to fakie
Crack that board
Give the rail a slap
Jump that gap
10 stair kick flip now
When a big trick comes along
You must rip it
Now rip it
Into style
Goofy style
360
50-50
Rock and roll
Try to perfect it
It’s way too late
Too dark to rip it
Nose grind
Drink it up
Get cool
Go to school
Ollie out
Try to perfect it
It was too late
For MB
But not for you
Rip it
Rip it good
By Padrig Boles
November 2009
Crack that board
Give the blank a slap
Step on a rail
Break you buddies truck
When a big trick come s along
You must rip it
Before you loose your will
You must rip it
If it just starts to rain
You must rip it
Now rip it
Into switch
Switch it up
Don’t bail
Heel flip
Back side
Try to perfect it
It’s not too late
To rip it
Rip it good
When in a game of SKATE
You must rip it
You will never get it down
Unless you rip it
To the special spot
Until they rip it
I say rip it
Rip it good
Do an air walk grab
Then to fakie
Crack that board
Give the rail a slap
Jump that gap
10 stair kick flip now
When a big trick comes along
You must rip it
Now rip it
Into style
Goofy style
360
50-50
Rock and roll
Try to perfect it
It’s way too late
Too dark to rip it
Nose grind
Drink it up
Get cool
Go to school
Ollie out
Try to perfect it
It was too late
For MB
But not for you
Rip it
Rip it good
Patrick Boles Jr Mowing
Real Real …Big Back Yard (to the tune of Mexican Radio by Wall of Voodoo)
By Padrig Boles
November 2009
I feel a rough touch on my shoulder
And the voice of a man that is older
I turn and look at my old man now
He says please get that yard done now
I get up from the hole in the basement
I start up the stairs and to my amazement
The is food cooking and that’s where I went
Can’t understand just what does he want?
I mow a real real …big back yard. I mow a real real ..big back yard-whoa-big back yard
I start it up and pull the lever
It goes like an over achiever
I understand how to do it
But I I hate those hills and I know it
I mow a real real… big back yard. I mow a real real… big back yard-whoa-Oh-big back yard
I mow a real real …big back yard. I mow a real real… big back yard-whoa-Oh-big back yard
I wish I was in Colorado
Eating shrimp with a desperado
I’d take a class at the state college
I’m on a trip just for knowledge
I feel a rough touch on my shoulder
I come right back from my uh-slumber
I want to watch that next DVD
Lost or Star Trek it don’t matter to me-ee
I mow a real real… big back yard. I mow a real real… big…back yard-whoa-Oh-back yard
I mow a real real… big back yard. I mow a real real…big back yard-whoa-Oh-back yard
Big back yard big back yard…..big back yard big back yard…..big back yard big back yard
I mow a real real… big back yard. I mow a real real.. big back yard-whoa-Oh-big back yard
I mow a real real… big back yard. I mow a real real… big back yard-whoa-Oh-big back yard
Big back yard big back yard….What did he say?
By Padrig Boles
November 2009
I feel a rough touch on my shoulder
And the voice of a man that is older
I turn and look at my old man now
He says please get that yard done now
I get up from the hole in the basement
I start up the stairs and to my amazement
The is food cooking and that’s where I went
Can’t understand just what does he want?
I mow a real real …big back yard. I mow a real real ..big back yard-whoa-big back yard
I start it up and pull the lever
It goes like an over achiever
I understand how to do it
But I I hate those hills and I know it
I mow a real real… big back yard. I mow a real real… big back yard-whoa-Oh-big back yard
I mow a real real …big back yard. I mow a real real… big back yard-whoa-Oh-big back yard
I wish I was in Colorado
Eating shrimp with a desperado
I’d take a class at the state college
I’m on a trip just for knowledge
I feel a rough touch on my shoulder
I come right back from my uh-slumber
I want to watch that next DVD
Lost or Star Trek it don’t matter to me-ee
I mow a real real… big back yard. I mow a real real… big…back yard-whoa-Oh-back yard
I mow a real real… big back yard. I mow a real real…big back yard-whoa-Oh-back yard
Big back yard big back yard…..big back yard big back yard…..big back yard big back yard
I mow a real real… big back yard. I mow a real real.. big back yard-whoa-Oh-big back yard
I mow a real real… big back yard. I mow a real real… big back yard-whoa-Oh-big back yard
Big back yard big back yard….What did he say?
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Shortcut to Heaven
Shortcut To Heaven (to the tune of Stairway To Heavan)
By Padrig Boles
October 2009
Then there’s Caitlin whose sure
All the animals are good
And she’s earning a shortcut to Heaven
When she gets there she knows
If her brother’s not there
With a word she can say: He just skating!
Ooh, Ooh, and she’s earning a shortcut to Heaven
There’s a sign on her wall
That she really believed
Cause you know that always good virtues matter
There’s a tree on her cake
Which symbolizes Life
Ooh, it made her wonder
Ooh, it made her wonder
There’s a feeling I get
When I think about her
And my spirit is crying in yearning
In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of arms around her
And I know then she is with family
Ooh, it makes real sense
Ooh, it makes perfect sense
And its preached every day
If we all follow Him
Then our pathway can be just like hers
And a new day will dawn
For Caitie did love everyone
And Heaven will echo with her laughter
She challenged every one
To be better, what may come
She taught Matt and she taught me so much
To simply love everyone
She pushed for peace and equality
She loved to dance and there you see…
There just never was a question
Her time to go was just then and there
A mission we know not why
Its much bigger than you and I
Dear Caitie can you hear the wind blow
And did you know
You life was such a great example
And as we are left here to finish out
Your shadow taller than ours now
There walks a Caitie we all know
Who shines white light where’er she goes
All she wants for us right now
Is to seek the Christ our Lord
The spirit will come to you at last
When we are all one in Him
She’ll be remembered by her kin
And she’s earned a shortcut to Heaven
By Padrig Boles
October 2009
Then there’s Caitlin whose sure
All the animals are good
And she’s earning a shortcut to Heaven
When she gets there she knows
If her brother’s not there
With a word she can say: He just skating!
Ooh, Ooh, and she’s earning a shortcut to Heaven
There’s a sign on her wall
That she really believed
Cause you know that always good virtues matter
There’s a tree on her cake
Which symbolizes Life
Ooh, it made her wonder
Ooh, it made her wonder
There’s a feeling I get
When I think about her
And my spirit is crying in yearning
In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of arms around her
And I know then she is with family
Ooh, it makes real sense
Ooh, it makes perfect sense
And its preached every day
If we all follow Him
Then our pathway can be just like hers
And a new day will dawn
For Caitie did love everyone
And Heaven will echo with her laughter
She challenged every one
To be better, what may come
She taught Matt and she taught me so much
To simply love everyone
She pushed for peace and equality
She loved to dance and there you see…
There just never was a question
Her time to go was just then and there
A mission we know not why
Its much bigger than you and I
Dear Caitie can you hear the wind blow
And did you know
You life was such a great example
And as we are left here to finish out
Your shadow taller than ours now
There walks a Caitie we all know
Who shines white light where’er she goes
All she wants for us right now
Is to seek the Christ our Lord
The spirit will come to you at last
When we are all one in Him
She’ll be remembered by her kin
And she’s earned a shortcut to Heaven
Shanny-Shoo
Shanny-Shoo (to the tune of 409 by the Beach Boys)
By Padrig Boles
October 2009
She’s real fine my Shanny-Shoo
She’s real fine my Shanny-Shoo
My Shan……ny-Shooooo
Well, she’s really very tall and she’s very cute
(wake it up Shanny-Shoo)
She get’s it all done and she is a hoot
(wake it up Shanny-Shoo)
(Shanny-Shoo, Shanny-Shoo)
Wake it up wake it up wake it up Shanny-Shoo
(wake it up wake it up Shanny-Shoo)
She likes to sleep late, so don’t wake her now
She’s a real bear in the morning time
Get out of her way till the showers done
Wake it up wake it up wake it up Shanny-Shoo
She’s a big sister who loves everybody
Becca and her are real great friends
She takes care of Brad and even Dad
Follow up, follow up follow up Shanny-Shoo
She does her homework every night
We never have to ask if she’s got it right
She’s an SGA leader with a lot of fight
Just like her sister, she will live in the light
Lead em’ al, lead ‘em all Shanny-Shoo
Nothing can touch her
No one can touch, the top of her head, the top of her head
She’s tall oh yeah, she’s tall oh yeah
She’s the cutest thing in the Jr High
Her Dad tells her that the boys better hide
He’s gonna watch her till the cows come home
Be good, stay good Shanny-Shoo, oh Shanny-Shoo
Still in Primary for a few more months
Likes to paint and draw and do hulu hoop
She is a soccer player and cheerleader too
She plays soft ball and will basketball
Play it up, play it up, Shanny-shoo, yeah Shanny-shoo
She is a good girl and she loves the Lord
Studying the Gospel is not a chore
She is a helper to Mom and keeps us all in line
Giddy up, giddy up Shanny-Shoo
She likes to tell stories in her own way
We call them “Shannon” stories cause they go different ways
We love our hound dog when she talks like that
There’s no one more happy than that daughter of mine
Laugh it up, laugh it laugh it up Shanny-Shoo oh Shanny Shoo
By Padrig Boles
October 2009
She’s real fine my Shanny-Shoo
She’s real fine my Shanny-Shoo
My Shan……ny-Shooooo
Well, she’s really very tall and she’s very cute
(wake it up Shanny-Shoo)
She get’s it all done and she is a hoot
(wake it up Shanny-Shoo)
(Shanny-Shoo, Shanny-Shoo)
Wake it up wake it up wake it up Shanny-Shoo
(wake it up wake it up Shanny-Shoo)
She likes to sleep late, so don’t wake her now
She’s a real bear in the morning time
Get out of her way till the showers done
Wake it up wake it up wake it up Shanny-Shoo
She’s a big sister who loves everybody
Becca and her are real great friends
She takes care of Brad and even Dad
Follow up, follow up follow up Shanny-Shoo
She does her homework every night
We never have to ask if she’s got it right
She’s an SGA leader with a lot of fight
Just like her sister, she will live in the light
Lead em’ al, lead ‘em all Shanny-Shoo
Nothing can touch her
No one can touch, the top of her head, the top of her head
She’s tall oh yeah, she’s tall oh yeah
She’s the cutest thing in the Jr High
Her Dad tells her that the boys better hide
He’s gonna watch her till the cows come home
Be good, stay good Shanny-Shoo, oh Shanny-Shoo
Still in Primary for a few more months
Likes to paint and draw and do hulu hoop
She is a soccer player and cheerleader too
She plays soft ball and will basketball
Play it up, play it up, Shanny-shoo, yeah Shanny-shoo
She is a good girl and she loves the Lord
Studying the Gospel is not a chore
She is a helper to Mom and keeps us all in line
Giddy up, giddy up Shanny-Shoo
She likes to tell stories in her own way
We call them “Shannon” stories cause they go different ways
We love our hound dog when she talks like that
There’s no one more happy than that daughter of mine
Laugh it up, laugh it laugh it up Shanny-Shoo oh Shanny Shoo
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Long Time
Long Time (to the tune of Foreplay/Long Time by Boston)
By Padrig Boles
Long Time
Its been such a long shower
He should be out now-ow
I can’t wait for him, or I’ll be late
Hot water, it’s goin’ away now
I ‘ve got to keep on bugging Bradley
I’ve got to be on my way
Wish there was something I could do
Well he’s takin’ his time, he’s just snoozin’ now
He forgets where he’s at until we wake him
He just lays right down and starts dreamin’
Can you believe he sleeps in the shower?
It’s been such a long time since his last haircut
Well its gets so long, it covers his eyes
But in his mind, deep in his mind
He can’t forget about it
He passes the Sacrament, looking very bushy, yeah
He’s trying to forget that dad is watching all the time, yeah
Mom will be right behind me
Well he’s taking his time, he hasn’t even moved yet
He seems to forget I will throw water right on him
The bed is so nice, the room is so dark
I coming down the stairs to bark right at him
It’s been such a long time with those pesky braces
Yeah. It’s been such a long time, they should be getting straight now
And time doesn’t wait for Brad, it keeps on rollin’
Theres a lot of dental stuff he has to stay in line with
He’s got to keep on chasin’ that dream, hope the teeth will straighten
Its never to late-a-ate, keep on brushing
Well he’s takin’ his time, a mission in his future
Takin’ his time, just learnin’ ‘bout the Gospel
Taking his time, so he take his turn, yeah!
By Padrig Boles
Long Time
Its been such a long shower
He should be out now-ow
I can’t wait for him, or I’ll be late
Hot water, it’s goin’ away now
I ‘ve got to keep on bugging Bradley
I’ve got to be on my way
Wish there was something I could do
Well he’s takin’ his time, he’s just snoozin’ now
He forgets where he’s at until we wake him
He just lays right down and starts dreamin’
Can you believe he sleeps in the shower?
It’s been such a long time since his last haircut
Well its gets so long, it covers his eyes
But in his mind, deep in his mind
He can’t forget about it
He passes the Sacrament, looking very bushy, yeah
He’s trying to forget that dad is watching all the time, yeah
Mom will be right behind me
Well he’s taking his time, he hasn’t even moved yet
He seems to forget I will throw water right on him
The bed is so nice, the room is so dark
I coming down the stairs to bark right at him
It’s been such a long time with those pesky braces
Yeah. It’s been such a long time, they should be getting straight now
And time doesn’t wait for Brad, it keeps on rollin’
Theres a lot of dental stuff he has to stay in line with
He’s got to keep on chasin’ that dream, hope the teeth will straighten
Its never to late-a-ate, keep on brushing
Well he’s takin’ his time, a mission in his future
Takin’ his time, just learnin’ ‘bout the Gospel
Taking his time, so he take his turn, yeah!
More Than a Sibling
More Than a Sibling (to the tune of More Than a Feeling by Boston)
Padrig Boles
October 2009
I looked up this morning and the light was out
Turned to Jr. Light Girl to fix it now
She jumped on it right away
I closed my eyes and the light came on
She’s more than a sibling
When I hear those two and how they play
Shanny begins dreaming (more than a sibling)
‘till I see them walk away
I see my girls walkin’ hand in hand
So many kids have come to us
Their faces never fade as the years go by
And I still recall that as I age
As clear as the light in the kitchen-en
She’s more than a sibling
When I see her swing, I just –a-know (more than a sibling)
I begin dreaming (more than a sibling)
‘till I see Becca married away
I see my baby walkin’ away
When I am tired and thinking cold
I ask her to set the heat
And she always helps her dad
I closed my eyes and she’s helping Brad……
She loves Natalie, Kristen and even JR
She’s more than a sibling
When I see her doing her homework so quietly
And then on to the art all day….
I see my Rebecca Kathleen
She’s more than a sibling
She’s more than my pal
She’s a daughter of God
Padrig Boles
October 2009
I looked up this morning and the light was out
Turned to Jr. Light Girl to fix it now
She jumped on it right away
I closed my eyes and the light came on
She’s more than a sibling
When I hear those two and how they play
Shanny begins dreaming (more than a sibling)
‘till I see them walk away
I see my girls walkin’ hand in hand
So many kids have come to us
Their faces never fade as the years go by
And I still recall that as I age
As clear as the light in the kitchen-en
She’s more than a sibling
When I see her swing, I just –a-know (more than a sibling)
I begin dreaming (more than a sibling)
‘till I see Becca married away
I see my baby walkin’ away
When I am tired and thinking cold
I ask her to set the heat
And she always helps her dad
I closed my eyes and she’s helping Brad……
She loves Natalie, Kristen and even JR
She’s more than a sibling
When I see her doing her homework so quietly
And then on to the art all day….
I see my Rebecca Kathleen
She’s more than a sibling
She’s more than my pal
She’s a daughter of God
Monday, October 26, 2009
For My Favorite Olympian to Be!
Chance, Chance (to the tune of Dance, Dance by Fallout Boy)
By Padrig Boles
October 2009
She says she’s no good at soccer, but I don’t know
She tried it all
A crazy project, and she got paid
ESPN gave her such an opportunity
Today she’s training harder
Glued to the bike three hours a pop
I’m seven riders and a water bottle down
And I don’t want to forget how the wind sounds
I’m in so much pain but, I will go on
I need that support just to get by
Chance, Chance
I’m falling apart in team handball
Chance, Chance
And this is the life I lead
Chance, oh what am I in for?
If they knew how weak I really am
I always rise up right before the end
Power snack, go juice and I’m in
Last push
It won’t be my last mistake
I’m seven riders and a water bottle down
And I don’t want to forget how the wind sounds
I’m in so much pain but, I will go on
I need that support just to get by
I have a new country now
They love me just the same
Chance, Chance
I’m falling apart in the pentathlon
Chance, Chance
And this is the life I lead
Chance, oh what am I in for?
If they knew how strong I really am
I have a new country now
They love me just the same
I want everyone to know I love the island game
Chance, Chance
I’m falling apart in fencing
Chance, Chance
And this is the life I lead
London calling and I don’t want to shout
Katherine is shooting for 2012
Her mind is right and her standing is good
Last chance
I’ll make it in Cy-c-ling
Chance this is the way I take it
Chance this is the way I take it
Chance this is the way I roll
If they knew what drives me
Chance, Chance
Chance, Chance
Chance, Chance
Chance, Chance
By Padrig Boles
October 2009
She says she’s no good at soccer, but I don’t know
She tried it all
A crazy project, and she got paid
ESPN gave her such an opportunity
Today she’s training harder
Glued to the bike three hours a pop
I’m seven riders and a water bottle down
And I don’t want to forget how the wind sounds
I’m in so much pain but, I will go on
I need that support just to get by
Chance, Chance
I’m falling apart in team handball
Chance, Chance
And this is the life I lead
Chance, oh what am I in for?
If they knew how weak I really am
I always rise up right before the end
Power snack, go juice and I’m in
Last push
It won’t be my last mistake
I’m seven riders and a water bottle down
And I don’t want to forget how the wind sounds
I’m in so much pain but, I will go on
I need that support just to get by
I have a new country now
They love me just the same
Chance, Chance
I’m falling apart in the pentathlon
Chance, Chance
And this is the life I lead
Chance, oh what am I in for?
If they knew how strong I really am
I have a new country now
They love me just the same
I want everyone to know I love the island game
Chance, Chance
I’m falling apart in fencing
Chance, Chance
And this is the life I lead
London calling and I don’t want to shout
Katherine is shooting for 2012
Her mind is right and her standing is good
Last chance
I’ll make it in Cy-c-ling
Chance this is the way I take it
Chance this is the way I take it
Chance this is the way I roll
If they knew what drives me
Chance, Chance
Chance, Chance
Chance, Chance
Chance, Chance
Little Dog Poop
Little Dog Poop (to the tune of Little Duece Coup)
By Padrig Boles
October 2009
Little dog poop
He don’t know what he did
Little dog poop
He don’t know what he did
Well I’m cleaning it up Mike so don’t put me down
But that dog is the fastest dumper in this town
When I try to correct him he don’t even cry
Cause if I had a doggie paddle that little pup would fly
It’s a little dog poop
He don’t know what he did
Just a little dog poop
It’s about to stain
Just a little dog poop with a real bad smell
It will smear real bad just like gel
She’s pouty and barkin’ all over the place
I spank her bottom and I start to chase
She’s a little dog pooper
She don’t know what she did
I don’t know what to do
It’s got a brown cast and curly style
And I hate it when it gets on my tile
And if that aint enough to make you flip you lid
There’s one more thing, I got the fabreeze baby!
Natty’s ready with the wipes and the scooper too
When those dogs get ready there’s a lot to do
She gets Mike in a roll when she misses a pile
The little guys are just doing it with style
It’s a little dog poop
No reason to get mad
A little dog poop
They don’t know where to go
It’s just a little dog poop
And a bit of dog pee
By Padrig Boles
October 2009
Little dog poop
He don’t know what he did
Little dog poop
He don’t know what he did
Well I’m cleaning it up Mike so don’t put me down
But that dog is the fastest dumper in this town
When I try to correct him he don’t even cry
Cause if I had a doggie paddle that little pup would fly
It’s a little dog poop
He don’t know what he did
Just a little dog poop
It’s about to stain
Just a little dog poop with a real bad smell
It will smear real bad just like gel
She’s pouty and barkin’ all over the place
I spank her bottom and I start to chase
She’s a little dog pooper
She don’t know what she did
I don’t know what to do
It’s got a brown cast and curly style
And I hate it when it gets on my tile
And if that aint enough to make you flip you lid
There’s one more thing, I got the fabreeze baby!
Natty’s ready with the wipes and the scooper too
When those dogs get ready there’s a lot to do
She gets Mike in a roll when she misses a pile
The little guys are just doing it with style
It’s a little dog poop
No reason to get mad
A little dog poop
They don’t know where to go
It’s just a little dog poop
And a bit of dog pee
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Song about Kristen and Soccer
Wing for Hire (to the tune of Ring of Fire)
By Padrig Boles
October 2009
Soccer is the beautiful game
And it makes the world seem plain
Bound by clear white lines
I sought the goal a thousand times
I sought that goal a thousand times
I went down , down, down
To the mouth of the goal
And it hurts, hurts, hurts
When you’re a wing for hire
A wing for hire
To be a guest player seems so sweet
When a team wants me, it is very, very neat
I tried to score every time I touched the rock
Oh, but the defense went wild
I sought that goal a thousand times
I juked, I dribbled, I shot, I fought
My teams needed me
But I not them
When you’re a wing for hire
A wing for hire
Corner kicks, and penalty shots were mine
I played in every state, against everyone
All I wanted was to be respected and loved
Oh, but the pain I felt
I sought the goal a thousand times
I led my teams, I gave my all
Inside I burned, I did not know
That I was just
A wing for hire
A wing for hire………..
By Padrig Boles
October 2009
Soccer is the beautiful game
And it makes the world seem plain
Bound by clear white lines
I sought the goal a thousand times
I sought that goal a thousand times
I went down , down, down
To the mouth of the goal
And it hurts, hurts, hurts
When you’re a wing for hire
A wing for hire
To be a guest player seems so sweet
When a team wants me, it is very, very neat
I tried to score every time I touched the rock
Oh, but the defense went wild
I sought that goal a thousand times
I juked, I dribbled, I shot, I fought
My teams needed me
But I not them
When you’re a wing for hire
A wing for hire
Corner kicks, and penalty shots were mine
I played in every state, against everyone
All I wanted was to be respected and loved
Oh, but the pain I felt
I sought the goal a thousand times
I led my teams, I gave my all
Inside I burned, I did not know
That I was just
A wing for hire
A wing for hire………..
Song about Matthew Boles The Skater
17-6-1-170
By Padrig Boles (to the tune of 8675309)
October 2009
Matty, Matty where will you skate now?
Is it concrete or all wood and skate-lite?
I know you think all the others are so lame
They’re all posers just the same
Matty, I got your video
I love how you hit the 10 stair
Matty, don’t change your style now
17-6-1-170, 17-6-1-170
17-6-1-170, 17-6-1-170
Matty, Matty, you’re the dude for it
You don’t know how, you just do it
You always stick it, you never lost your nerve
Get get bruises but your always on the curve
Matty, I got your video
Your broken boards line the wall
Matty, why did you slam it
17-6-1-170, 17-6-1-170
17-6-1-170, 17-6-1-170
I got it, I got it, I got it!
I got your picture on my phone
I got it, I got it, I got it
For a rad skate text Matt
Matty Bo, the protégé
Your courage, your skill has paved the way
The passion and creativity
17-6-1-170, 17-6-1-170
17-6-1-170, 17-6-1-170
Matthew Boles where will you skate now? 17-6-1-170, 17-6-1-170
Where you’re at do they have big stairs now?
17-6-1-170, 17-6-1-170
17-6-1-170, 17-6-1-170
17-6-1-170,
17-6-1-170,
17-6-1-170,
17-6-1-170,……..
By Padrig Boles (to the tune of 8675309)
October 2009
Matty, Matty where will you skate now?
Is it concrete or all wood and skate-lite?
I know you think all the others are so lame
They’re all posers just the same
Matty, I got your video
I love how you hit the 10 stair
Matty, don’t change your style now
17-6-1-170, 17-6-1-170
17-6-1-170, 17-6-1-170
Matty, Matty, you’re the dude for it
You don’t know how, you just do it
You always stick it, you never lost your nerve
Get get bruises but your always on the curve
Matty, I got your video
Your broken boards line the wall
Matty, why did you slam it
17-6-1-170, 17-6-1-170
17-6-1-170, 17-6-1-170
I got it, I got it, I got it!
I got your picture on my phone
I got it, I got it, I got it
For a rad skate text Matt
Matty Bo, the protégé
Your courage, your skill has paved the way
The passion and creativity
17-6-1-170, 17-6-1-170
17-6-1-170, 17-6-1-170
Matthew Boles where will you skate now? 17-6-1-170, 17-6-1-170
Where you’re at do they have big stairs now?
17-6-1-170, 17-6-1-170
17-6-1-170, 17-6-1-170
17-6-1-170,
17-6-1-170,
17-6-1-170,
17-6-1-170,……..
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Love Song for Michelle
Michelle
By Padrig Boles
October 2009 (a take off on the original Michelle by the Beatles)
Michelle, I can tell
You are happy and that is swell
My Michelle
Michelle, well, well
Eight children, 5 grandchildren, do tell
My Michelle
I need you, I need you, I need you
To be in love with me
You make my life complete
You’ll understand
Michelle, my Shell
Mom and Cheela, Shelly, all the same
My Michelle
Michelle, I can tell
Pretty at 16, better at 45
My Michelle
I hope you, I hope you, I hope you
Enjoy your earthly gifts
The Lord has seen to bless you with so much
That will be sorely missed
Michelle, well, well
Loved by all, many in awe of you
My Michelle
I will say the many words I know that
Define you, my Michelle
By Padrig Boles
October 2009 (a take off on the original Michelle by the Beatles)
Michelle, I can tell
You are happy and that is swell
My Michelle
Michelle, well, well
Eight children, 5 grandchildren, do tell
My Michelle
I need you, I need you, I need you
To be in love with me
You make my life complete
You’ll understand
Michelle, my Shell
Mom and Cheela, Shelly, all the same
My Michelle
Michelle, I can tell
Pretty at 16, better at 45
My Michelle
I hope you, I hope you, I hope you
Enjoy your earthly gifts
The Lord has seen to bless you with so much
That will be sorely missed
Michelle, well, well
Loved by all, many in awe of you
My Michelle
I will say the many words I know that
Define you, my Michelle
Monday, October 12, 2009
New fun LDS based song
No Slack for Charlee (To the tune of “No Sleep Til Brooklyn”)
By Padrig Boles
Oct 2009
Foot on the peddle- no speeding though
Oatmeals’ really very hot
My job is to study- its starts very early
Home to church- I’m learning my scriptures
Even at school- I teach the gospel
Dad’s in Young men’s
Mom’s the new Young Women’s prez
I do what I do cause of my testimony
Ain’t no faking – the time its taking
Mom and Dad are always there
Watchin my every move
Seminary, Wednesday Night, Sunday
No Slack for…..
Another morning, the alarm goes off
Another run in the dark to church
Another devotional, did I forget?
Another personal progress goal met
My Mom is awesome- she always prepares
She’s got her own way, a real cool stare
All through the scriptures- the word is the same
Jesus loved us, so he did his thing
We’re learn the masteries like its going out of style
Getting blessings along the way all the while
Beehives in charge I cannot hide
Mom’s always asking what do I have planned
We got cookies and punch in the trunk
With veggies and ice cream it’s a slam dunk
No Slack for….
No Slack for Charlee…..
Ain’t seen the light since volleyball started
Dad doesn’t miss a step with me
Born and bred LDS nation
They call me “tall girl” but I like “Creation”
Like a lemon to a lime – a lime to a lemon
I attend all my meeting, practices, then bed time
Got Mom’s taxi, my regular desk, and Family Home Evening
Service projects, and classy dances
Step off haters, get out of my way
Teaching and serving and helping all day
Waking up before my peers
Cause I’ll be living this church seven days a week
No Slack for Charlee…..
No Slack for Charlee…..
No Slack for Charlee…..
No Slack for Charlee…..
No Slack for Charlee…..
By Padrig Boles
Oct 2009
Foot on the peddle- no speeding though
Oatmeals’ really very hot
My job is to study- its starts very early
Home to church- I’m learning my scriptures
Even at school- I teach the gospel
Dad’s in Young men’s
Mom’s the new Young Women’s prez
I do what I do cause of my testimony
Ain’t no faking – the time its taking
Mom and Dad are always there
Watchin my every move
Seminary, Wednesday Night, Sunday
No Slack for…..
Another morning, the alarm goes off
Another run in the dark to church
Another devotional, did I forget?
Another personal progress goal met
My Mom is awesome- she always prepares
She’s got her own way, a real cool stare
All through the scriptures- the word is the same
Jesus loved us, so he did his thing
We’re learn the masteries like its going out of style
Getting blessings along the way all the while
Beehives in charge I cannot hide
Mom’s always asking what do I have planned
We got cookies and punch in the trunk
With veggies and ice cream it’s a slam dunk
No Slack for….
No Slack for Charlee…..
Ain’t seen the light since volleyball started
Dad doesn’t miss a step with me
Born and bred LDS nation
They call me “tall girl” but I like “Creation”
Like a lemon to a lime – a lime to a lemon
I attend all my meeting, practices, then bed time
Got Mom’s taxi, my regular desk, and Family Home Evening
Service projects, and classy dances
Step off haters, get out of my way
Teaching and serving and helping all day
Waking up before my peers
Cause I’ll be living this church seven days a week
No Slack for Charlee…..
No Slack for Charlee…..
No Slack for Charlee…..
No Slack for Charlee…..
No Slack for Charlee…..
Friday, October 9, 2009
Hi. A new song / poem came to me about Caitie, so i had to write it. It centers around organ donation.
She Gave
By Padrig Boles
Oct 2009
We didn’t, we didn’t know what to do
She was gone, but she could still live
They said no, we said yes
She gave, you should too
She gave, you should too
Mom took charge
Helped Caitie speak through her notes
Jeff stood firm as the big man crumbled
She gave, you should too
She gave, you should too
The doctors understood
Caitie’ wishes were too clear
She was born to save
She gave, you should too
She gave, you should too
Her breath removed
Her light ebbed
Mom at her ear
She gave, you should too
She gave, you should too
We were all there
It was too much to bear
We wish she was here
She gave, you should too
She gave, you should too
Now she’s a hero for all time
Just ask Dawn and Sharon
Caitie always cared
She gave, you should too
She gave, you should too
She Gave
By Padrig Boles
Oct 2009
We didn’t, we didn’t know what to do
She was gone, but she could still live
They said no, we said yes
She gave, you should too
She gave, you should too
Mom took charge
Helped Caitie speak through her notes
Jeff stood firm as the big man crumbled
She gave, you should too
She gave, you should too
The doctors understood
Caitie’ wishes were too clear
She was born to save
She gave, you should too
She gave, you should too
Her breath removed
Her light ebbed
Mom at her ear
She gave, you should too
She gave, you should too
We were all there
It was too much to bear
We wish she was here
She gave, you should too
She gave, you should too
Now she’s a hero for all time
Just ask Dawn and Sharon
Caitie always cared
She gave, you should too
She gave, you should too
Monday, September 28, 2009
A Song for Matthew and Caitlin Boles
Here is a new song that came to me today. I hope someone likes it enough to put it to music.
Their Love
By Padrig Boles
Sept 2009
Their Love
This two year old held her
And loved her from the start
He was her protector and brother
She had no clue what was to start
She was happy, secure and content
He was fierce and endearing
When the song declared that:
“Caitie” was going to marry that boy Tommy
He told mom at three
That Caities’ not going to marry Tommy!
Caities going to marry me!
We knew the bond was sure
So sure
As different as the could be
He a quiet, athletic over achiever
A temper and inner drive
A mystery to most
Her a smiling, laughing, love bug
A passion to lead and nurture
If they weren’t brother and sister
She would have married that boy
Matt had huge respect for her
Caitie envied his easy way
Loved and revered by all who knew them
We knew the bond was sure
So sure
They grew up side by side
Like an apple and orange in the same pea pod
She watching him, keeping him right
He doting over her, relying on her might
Even the principle thought they were dating
Always together, always different
Claimed they never understood each other
But they always ended up on the same side
A skater icon and the president
The cook and the charmer
Their love was so deep, so spiritual, so real
We knew the bond was sure
So sure
Matt with his growing faith
Caitie with her questing logic
He got A’s without effort
She pulled A’s with much strain
He was the rock star without trying
She loved the spotlight she gained
He only cared for the next big trick
She worried about the animals and the presidential pick
Friends, family and church sustained them
Their passions contained them
Future greatness was apparent
We knew the bond was sure
So sure
They were together
Forever they will be connected
Never to be forgotten
Clear blue eyes and disarming smiles
Faithful friends around them
A legacy of fun, love and freshness
A family that will never be the same
A school with two holes in it’s heart
A community that will never forget
Their love was so deep, so spiritual, so real
Let’s hope we can keep our part of the deal
Their Love
By Padrig Boles
Sept 2009
Their Love
This two year old held her
And loved her from the start
He was her protector and brother
She had no clue what was to start
She was happy, secure and content
He was fierce and endearing
When the song declared that:
“Caitie” was going to marry that boy Tommy
He told mom at three
That Caities’ not going to marry Tommy!
Caities going to marry me!
We knew the bond was sure
So sure
As different as the could be
He a quiet, athletic over achiever
A temper and inner drive
A mystery to most
Her a smiling, laughing, love bug
A passion to lead and nurture
If they weren’t brother and sister
She would have married that boy
Matt had huge respect for her
Caitie envied his easy way
Loved and revered by all who knew them
We knew the bond was sure
So sure
They grew up side by side
Like an apple and orange in the same pea pod
She watching him, keeping him right
He doting over her, relying on her might
Even the principle thought they were dating
Always together, always different
Claimed they never understood each other
But they always ended up on the same side
A skater icon and the president
The cook and the charmer
Their love was so deep, so spiritual, so real
We knew the bond was sure
So sure
Matt with his growing faith
Caitie with her questing logic
He got A’s without effort
She pulled A’s with much strain
He was the rock star without trying
She loved the spotlight she gained
He only cared for the next big trick
She worried about the animals and the presidential pick
Friends, family and church sustained them
Their passions contained them
Future greatness was apparent
We knew the bond was sure
So sure
They were together
Forever they will be connected
Never to be forgotten
Clear blue eyes and disarming smiles
Faithful friends around them
A legacy of fun, love and freshness
A family that will never be the same
A school with two holes in it’s heart
A community that will never forget
Their love was so deep, so spiritual, so real
Let’s hope we can keep our part of the deal
Monday, September 21, 2009
Fighting Irish
9-21-09
The Fighting Irish
By Padrig Boles
For nearly 300 years
The young Irish men
Who started out in such rude surroundings
With want of food, and religious freedom
They fought the world over
But never for the Emerald Isle
Call them Kern or Galloglass
They would wield axe, or dart or javelin
The Wild Geese would fly where ‘er they were needed
Jacobites, or rangers, like lions did they fight
It mattered not whose army they bled and died for
But never for the Emerald Isle
For nearly 300 years
They did not attend Notre Dame
No these fighting Irish wanted no fame
Just to eat and live and follow the pope
The Shamrocks fought for Stanley, Sansfield, Moffet, for Terry
But never for the Emerald Isle
Whether it be Monterey, Boyn, or Fotenoy
For Spain they toiled
For France they warred
For Britain they marched and attacked as well
They traveled to Africa, the Netherlands and Canada
But never for the Emerald Isle
For nearly 300 years
They would meet their challengers
No discussion ever had they
As they likely spoke a far different tongue
During the Boer or Eighty Year war
But never for the Emerald Isle
For Austria they led
In Italy they were prized
Under the banner Irlanda, Hibernia or Ultonia
In America they fought the Brits twice
320 acres and time for church brought them to Mexico’s aid
But never for the Emerald Isle
For nearly 300 years
For fortune, flag and family
They would stop at river fords
And fight single combat
Till their bloody death
But never for the Emerald Isle
The treaty of Limerick set it
The young Irish men
Who started out in such rude surroundings
With want of food, and religious freedom
Even today they fight
But never for the Emerald Isle
NOTE: I would really like some talented individual to take one or both of my peoms/sons and put them to music!
The Fighting Irish
By Padrig Boles
For nearly 300 years
The young Irish men
Who started out in such rude surroundings
With want of food, and religious freedom
They fought the world over
But never for the Emerald Isle
Call them Kern or Galloglass
They would wield axe, or dart or javelin
The Wild Geese would fly where ‘er they were needed
Jacobites, or rangers, like lions did they fight
It mattered not whose army they bled and died for
But never for the Emerald Isle
For nearly 300 years
They did not attend Notre Dame
No these fighting Irish wanted no fame
Just to eat and live and follow the pope
The Shamrocks fought for Stanley, Sansfield, Moffet, for Terry
But never for the Emerald Isle
Whether it be Monterey, Boyn, or Fotenoy
For Spain they toiled
For France they warred
For Britain they marched and attacked as well
They traveled to Africa, the Netherlands and Canada
But never for the Emerald Isle
For nearly 300 years
They would meet their challengers
No discussion ever had they
As they likely spoke a far different tongue
During the Boer or Eighty Year war
But never for the Emerald Isle
For Austria they led
In Italy they were prized
Under the banner Irlanda, Hibernia or Ultonia
In America they fought the Brits twice
320 acres and time for church brought them to Mexico’s aid
But never for the Emerald Isle
For nearly 300 years
For fortune, flag and family
They would stop at river fords
And fight single combat
Till their bloody death
But never for the Emerald Isle
The treaty of Limerick set it
The young Irish men
Who started out in such rude surroundings
With want of food, and religious freedom
Even today they fight
But never for the Emerald Isle
NOTE: I would really like some talented individual to take one or both of my peoms/sons and put them to music!
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Tough Year
It has been nearly a year since the accident. I still miss them both dearly. Shannon, Caitlin's little (11 yr old) sister is running for a student government position and we worked on her speech last night, just like I used to do with Caitie. Fun and sad. We will be going through the Temple Endowments at the washington DC temple for Matthew and Caitlin on Nov. 20, 2009. All endowed memebrs are welcome. This is the next big step in their progression and our healing.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
The Big Man's Blog
Hi, I am Patrick Boles. My nickname is "The Big Man" because I am big; 6-1 ,285 and I have a BIG Testimony of Jesus Christ!
I am new at this so cut me some slack! Check out my Foundations website at matthewandcaitlinbolesfoundation.com
Here is a song I wrote. i would love to have someone put it to music for me.
Irish Traveller
By Padrig Boles
8-27-09
I am just an Irish guy who feels like a Traveller.
Is it me who is he?
I know no Gammon and I can’t do Cant
Shelta eludes me even though I wish I could
I am just an Irish guy who feels like a Traveller
Is it me who is he?
I keep greyhounds and lurchers as my friends
They eat less and don’t complain
I am just an Irish guy who feels like a Traveller
Is it me who is he?
I am called names; gypsie, gypo
Diddycoy, diddycoy, diddycoy
Names like tinker, pikey
Diddycoy,diddycoy, diddycoy
Am I a knacker or just a cream cracker?
Diddycoy, diddycoy, diddycoy
I am just an Irish guy who feels like a Traveller
Is it me who is he?
I keep moving, not knowing why
I keep moving not knowing where
I keep moving cause I don’t dare stay in one place
And become a settled Traveller
I am just an Irish guy who feels like a Traveller
Is it me who is he?
I like to fight bare knuckled
I can tell a good horse from bad
I’ll fix your roof for cheap
Just don’t ask me to stay long
I am just an Irish guy who feels like a Traveller
Is it me who is he?
Diddycoy, diddycoy, diddycoy
By Padrig Boles
8-27-09
I am just an Irish guy who feels like a Traveller.
Is it me who is he?
I know no Gammon and I can’t do Cant
Shelta eludes me even though I wish I could
I am just an Irish guy who feels like a Traveller
Is it me who is he?
I keep greyhounds and lurchers as my friends
They eat less and don’t complain
I am just an Irish guy who feels like a Traveller
Is it me who is he?
I am called names; gypsie, gypo
Diddycoy, diddycoy, diddycoy
Names like tinker, pikey
Diddycoy,diddycoy, diddycoy
Am I a knacker or just a cream cracker?
Diddycoy, diddycoy, diddycoy
I am just an Irish guy who feels like a Traveller
Is it me who is he?
I keep moving, not knowing why
I keep moving not knowing where
I keep moving cause I don’t dare stay in one place
And become a settled Traveller
I am just an Irish guy who feels like a Traveller
Is it me who is he?
I like to fight bare knuckled
I can tell a good horse from bad
I’ll fix your roof for cheap
Just don’t ask me to stay long
I am just an Irish guy who feels like a Traveller
Is it me who is he?
Diddycoy, diddycoy, diddycoy
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